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Oh shit. I'm hitting the big Three-Oh. I started this journal at 16 and I am beginning at Three-Oh all again. 2016 was the most terrifying year of my life. The thing with madness is that you don't realise you are, or who you are, or why you are. All you are is untethered. Thread by thread. -
A love, a Wind
We made a long and slow love. A wind came up and the windows trembled slightly, the sugar set fragilely ajar by the wind.
I liked Pauline's body and she said that she liked mine, too, and we couldn't think of anything to say.
The wind suddenly stopped and Pauline said, 'What's that?'
'It's the wind.' -
Found Poetry
via a DYI zine called Perpetual Companion
(All of the writers are younger than 9)
DO YOU LIKE THE SPRING
SO ARE YOU THE PRETTY GIRL?
THE RAIN IS FALLING
- Adrian
with
my school report
my mother explodes
- Yusuke
each insect
enjoys
its own summer
- Saori -
year of the Blossom
Risk
Anais Nin
And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to Blossom.
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